| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
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| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though
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| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope
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| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope
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| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for
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| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know
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| I dress up like a woman and then let it go
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| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico
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| Double cups of the syrup, back to back, bad move
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| Matter fact shawty say she like my tattoos
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| I don’t smile, South side Baton Rouge, had it wild coming up
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| Didn’t happen over night, took a while coming up
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| So and so? |
| broke my jaw with the flash light
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| All because I ain’t want make my pockets look like bunny ears
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| Killed a nigga, broke and ran, piss running down my leg
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| Went and hid the gun behind Ms Connie house
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| Out my business, learnt how to keep my partners out
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| Sip ya tea pussy don’t know what you talkin bout
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| Fresh philly, with the line that rashad cut
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| Bought cars for my team now we all up
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| Get out of line with my team and we all bust
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| Cutting up bad, thumbin through the bands, Simon Miller pants, hanging off my
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| ass
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| 9 milli 38 don’t make me do the hammer dance
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| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
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| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though
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| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope
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| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope
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| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for
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| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know
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| I dress up like a woman and then let it go
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| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico
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| Bricks to the South, Bito and Bryan
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| South 14 let the house gettin off
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| Redid the nova, shawty took it and then got lost on my nigga damn
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| Now I’m wishin I could talk to my nigga
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| Feds snatch Eazy, he should’ve ran
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| I wasn’t lucky I got picked up with the blam
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| Tell the Coroner if it wasn’t for they pussy ass boy from the start being loyal
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| but they wasn’t fam
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| Cocaine when it’s good it be jumping back
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| I’m getting 2 whole things tryna run a land
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| When its all out war, I don’t understand
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| Look a nigga in the eye if he under hand
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| Dump a rack, get em snatched like a fucking man
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| Hard to move by yourself lot of killer ants
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| Wishing I could turn back set of different hands
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| Nothing bigger than the B, I got different plans
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| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
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| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though
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| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope
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| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope
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| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for
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| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know
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| I dress up like a woman and then let it go
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| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico
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| I ain’t running up a shift yard
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| 30 shots out the tec before it jam
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| Fist fought, live raw, diving in my bitch car
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| Shoulder and my lip caught hell on the pitch fork
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| What they doing? |
| Satan screaming «Kevin where you going?»
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| You don’t see all of these bad bitches I got for you
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| Want you to get that pussy raw and don’t have no abortion
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| Diggin in your pocket, court appointed, child support you
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| Spend all your money then go broke, you know I support you
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| Ride with that pistol police catch you, then gon adios you
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| Then I’ma laugh while you in jail and act like I don’t know you
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| Go rob that nigga over there, know he ain’t got it on em
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| Cars pulling up, supplying em while on the corner
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| Graduated to your own trap, somebody try you, fire, make them take a long nap
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| Aye, you graduated to your own trap? |
| Open fire nigga try, you take a long nap
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| I’m either cooking dope or selling dope
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| Come and get it if you lookin, I ain’t stretching though
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| Snowing on the bluff, I’m tryna catch a slope
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| Up under your house, tryna listen with a stethoscope
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| That gangsta shit, that ain’t the shit you ready for
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| How I’m coming with the drum and you would never know
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| I dress up like a woman and then let it go
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| Narco trafficante, cocaina come from Mexico |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mexico , by - Stitches. Song from the album For Drug Dealers Only, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп